{"type":"rich","version":"1.0","provider_name":"Transistor","provider_url":"https://transistor.fm","author_name":"The Fourth Way","title":"(286)S11E9/8: Lucidity","html":"<iframe width=\"100%\" height=\"180\" frameborder=\"no\" scrolling=\"no\" seamless src=\"https://share.transistor.fm/e/9386400e\"></iframe>","width":"100%","height":180,"duration":817,"description":"I share a short poem as I reflect on propaganda and clarity from this season. A huge thanks to Seth White for the awesome music!Thanks to Palmtoptiger17 for the beautiful logo: https://www.instagram.com/palmtoptiger17/Facebook Page: https://www.facebook.com/thewayfourth/?modal=admin_todo_tourYouTube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCTd3KlRte86eG9U40ncZ4XA?view_as=subscriberInstagram: https://www.instagram.com/theway4th/ Kingdom Outpost: https://kingdomoutpost.org/My Reading List Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/21940220.J_G_ElliotPropaganda Season Outline: https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1xa4MhYMAg2Ohc5Nvya4g9MHxXWlxo6haT2Nj8Hlws8M/edit?usp=sharing Spotify Playlist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/4VSvC0SJYwku2U0awRaNAu?si=3ad0b2fbed2e4864They say that looks can be deceiving.[1]More and more, I find myself believing that,As I’m torn between the facts my eyes deliver and the translation my brain extracts.[2]If what I see is what I get, that’s all I have and nothing more.Still, my mind loves to conjure –illusory perceptions, cunningly woven fabrications of its inventionSo with every look I give I find I live in tensionbetween what I know and what truly is[3]They say the eyes are windows to the soulBut less and less I feel it stressed to look in two big black holesMere physical features of social creatures, there’s nothing more there to beholdOr so I’m told[4]But what then of beauty?Where then does it lie, if not in the eyes of an immortalPast those black, those glassy portalsunto perspicuityinto the essence of a being[5]They say that death remedies all illsIt cures all that it kills ending pain and ending wantEnding rule of lands by tyrant gods who have all power that they flaunt[6]But this death will also daunt the meek and lowly of the earthAlongside the evil sycophant who disgraces his own birth[7]While death may cure the ills that time will build within a fallen creatureWho will cure us of this featureWhich [also] haunts and destroys...","thumbnail_url":"https://img.transistorcdn.com/JGkV-vDM_2fB5-17TQ9iEONJxTXbDMwB1A42S8-5Pm0/rs:fill:0:0:1/w:400/h:400/q:60/mb:500000/aHR0cHM6Ly9pbWct/dXBsb2FkLXByb2R1/Y3Rpb24udHJhbnNp/c3Rvci5mbS9zaG93/LzM0ODIvMTU2NjEy/NDE3OS1hcnR3b3Jr/LmpwZw.webp","thumbnail_width":300,"thumbnail_height":300}